Fiona’s POV
As tired as my body was, I still couldn’t sleep. My mind kept roaming and I couldn’t get Isla’s story out of my head. Our situation might not be exactly alike, but there is a chance I might end up with the same fate. What would I do with myself? I can always get a job, but how about the emotional trauma that would come with it?
It is already hard for me to accept the truth of never seeing my child again. I curled up against myself feeling my belly churn in discomfort. I can’t deny that a part of me melts at the thought of king Ronan. I want to stop the mushy feelings from coming. But I can’t, not when he is being so caring towards me.
At first when i had told him about the pregnancy, I thought he hated me with the way he responded. It turns out that wasn’t the case. Whateve
